_“In the hushed twilight’s glow._
_A symphony from my childhood,_
_I uncover a whispered tune,_
_Underneath the watchful moon._
_With every creek of age,_
_each wrinkle tells a tale, _
_Where dreams never would pale,_
_Summers spent in wonder._
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_I once roamed tranquil meadows, _
_With daisies in my hair, _
_Chasing clouds like ships_
_that sailed on the breeze, both gentle and rare._
_I’d twirl...